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// Chapter 1 Hero's Beginning 
// Story: A Tale Of A Hero 
// by randomUser42 
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(Alright people this is my first fan fic so please no rude comments, if its really that bad Ill just take the stupid thing down. Thank you for your time.) 


I was just a regular Joe. Nothing was special about me, I just looked like a mindless blob in the crowd. No shining knight in armor, no awesome talent for poker or an undefeated champion in rock paper scissors, but that all changed with just one walk.

I walked down the same old side walk, ever since school got out I had a lot of time on my hands and I had nothing to spend it on. Not like I did anything in school either. Things like school and books are only meant for people that are smart, or of course someone to prove something to. I didn't have anything to prove to anyone though, since it had been 4 years since my mothers death and all. My father had left me and my mom when I was about 5 years old or so. It seemed so long ago, and since I was really young I didn't understand the consequences of dad leaving us and thought he was just out for a business trip and would be back next week. Although he never came back, and the weeks just seemed to get longer and longer. Looking back on it, it probably tore my mother apart to see me acting as if nothing was wrong, so oblivious to the fact that dad was gone and probably never going to come back. She always found time to love me though, no matter how hard we suffered ,through me being an idiot when it came to my school studies, or financial problems. I really wished I couldve helped her but I was still stuck in my own personal bubble. A bubble that I couldn't get out of no matter how much I tried to kick or scream.

"Pitiful..." was all I that ran through my mind as I made my way down the street and I couldn't get it out of my head.

The only thing that managed to keep me in control was a little show I found a week or two after my mother's death called My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic. Knowing that somewhere out there, something could enjoy happiness and live with joy ,some how, just comforted me, even if it was just a simple cartoon. I dont know why and I dont care how it helped,it just helped me at times when I got really down about myself.

The clouds were already gathering and it looked as if another cold night was coming. After my mother passed away, my uncle took me in but it was still a mystery if he even came home at night. Most kids would think it would be the great life, being alone and all with no one to make sure you were in bed after curfew, or to make sure you made it to school everyday. They never realized though that its not the actions that they would miss, it would be just knowing that there is someone to be there when you have a nightmare ,or if your sick that you have someone there for you. To help you....to hold you....to love you.

I kept walking with no destination in mind, just wandering as if I was a ghost. Then again I could've been called a ghost the way I am, but that's me. The ghost. I eventually couldn't go longer because of my sore feet and just sank down into the dry grass of a forgotten park.

I started to think, and I hate it when I think because it just leads to more confusion. Like why couldn't it have been better for me? What did I do wrong in life? Why wasnt it me that got sick instead of my mother who already had to deal with a broken heart and a child that would constantly remind her of the pieces that could never be put back together? Why was I so important to keep in this world rather than my mother? I shut all of these questions out of my head and I started to hold back some sobs. Over my weak attempts at holding the tears back I could notice that the clouds were forming mysterious patterns and thunder shook the sky with a loud rumbling, but I couldn't be bothered to care.

"Stop sealing yourself in that personal bubble, it was the same thing that hurt mom and now its come back for you." I thought as I picked my head up out of my knees and looked towards the clouds. I wonder how it was to be free in the big sky, with no regrets and no worries in the world among all the fluffy clouds. To touch the clouds like Rainbow Dash, and to be like her, there somewhere in the sky one second and gone in the next. To be important like Rainbow Dash. I found myself reaching out towards the clouds as if to move them to different positions. It was a silly thing to do but I still did it. I knew I didn't want to be Rainbow Dash or a pony or anything like that, I really just wanted to be a super hero, soaring above the clouds and saving everyone that needed saving.To be loved by everyone in a city. I turned to see a dead tree falling over to the ground and made a loud smashing noise. I came to my senses and stood straight up, and I squinted into the dark trying to make out an exit. 

"Damn its already this dark." I thought to my self as I started to make my way through the darkness."Better get home before it gets too cold, besides the gangs are going to be out at this time of night, and with my luck they just might leave me my clothes."

That thought relieved me for the time being. I kept walking through the abandoned park trying to find the stupid way out. I eventually just sat down,with my sore feet unable to go on, and looked at the night sky in an open clearing. 
"Not like anyone is waiting for me at home." I said to myself as I was on the verge of crying again and curled back up into a ball. To stop myself, I looked up at the sky to calm myself down. I don't know why, but the swirling clouds and thunder in the distance didn't disturb me. Maybe my emotions had finally left me, maybe I just didn't want to feel anything. Suddenly 6 brights stars lit up the sky. I watched in awe as the stars made their way across the sky. 

"Haven't seen a shooting star in a long time...let alone six..." I thought as I traced their path with my finger.

To my surprise they were turning...towards me." Oh crap!" was all I could say as I scrambled out of the way and ran as fast as I could before the force of the impact launched me away. I skidded on the ground back first, and I felt scrapes all along my back and arms. I staggered to my feet and started to limp towards the craters. Out of the crater I saw a blue figure stagger out and stumble to the ground. 

"Blue...."I thought as the word echoed in my mind." No not blue... Cyan...Why does that remind me of something..?"